Monday, November 16, 2015

Thoughts on the Bataclan concert, Paris.

Reading about world news is an interesting process. The sense of
people living around the world just like us, with their own sets of stories
just like ours - gives us a sense of being truly connected and associated at a
direct or an indirect level. Which is why, when we read about a news as
horrific as what we have been reading recently, it stirs us inside with a familiar pain that shudders the entire humanity, the
sorrow the public unrest and makes us crave for the consequential demand of peace us coming together as a part of a bigger ecosystem - the human civilization.

I read about the hostage situation that took place in
Paris, during an Eagles of Death Metal gig that resulted into a massacre. There
were definitely people in the audience from various walks of life, with
their own specific struggles and achievements, who had come together for one
common, shared passion - the love for music. As a result, I shuddered to
imagine myself in a situation as that.

In a typical concert I would be finding myself in
sync with thousands of others in no time, sharing, discussing, debating,
conceding defeat, scoring wins, about the common passion and love for the band
I had come to see perform live. That's it, no other thoughts or sense of
responsibility other than the one about paying a fitting attention to my gods
on stage. And if at that time, I was to be taken hostage, with death inching
closer towards me every moment, and a voice telling you to not act brave do
anything stupid while another voice telling me to do something so that
everybody survives, an entirely different struggle for survival would surface
in front of me.

My thoughts and prayers with Paris and her people. My
heart wrenches and my soul cries for the 89 victims who died in that concert. I wish for a speedy recovery of the injured. I
wish for the affected families an incredible amount of strength and
tolerance. I wish I could express more than solidarity with the victims...

I hope people don't suffer survivor's guilt and they come together for saving each other from having a life of solitude and
seclusion, and I do hope that people will save money to attend many more
concerts without ever worrying about their well-being, albeit with a hope that
we will stay alert even more, safe and sound than ever before, and I will tell
myself to keep believing that one day, all this will end, for good.